Chapter 43: Not Arrogance (Asking for Favorites, Asking for Follows)

The surgery was very successful; Yuan Weihong's operation was quite mature — otherwise, how could Zhongnan Hospital possibly allow him to go out for designated practice? Professor Deng Yong wouldn't let Yuan Weihong take the initiative to run out and embarrass himself and court death either.

However, in this one surgery, Fang Ziye could be said to have enjoyed himself quite a lot.

First, it was an infection-induced nonunion; during the process of thorough debridement, Yuan Weihong saw that Fang Ziye's debridement technique had reached a certain level of proficiency, so he let Fang Ziye take over.

The doctors from the Central South Hospital felt a bit awkward about it, but for the sake of Yuan Weihong's face, they didn't say much. But as soon as Fang Ziye started operating, he was recognized by someone, who said Fang Ziye had definitely soaked in the training room, and had even passed the test.

People from Pizhou Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine also have to go out for further study; studying in Han City, there are nothing more than those few best choices.

Zhongnan, Provincial People's Hospital, and the several hospitals affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology — every hospital has a training room, and they've all soaked in them, so they know: Fang Ziye's debridement technique has definitely played with tofu.

Then, Yuan Weihong also let Fang Ziye play a bit with the fixation of the external fixator.

And play a bit with the suturing of the periosteum.

The core principle of bone transport surgery is that when performing bone transport, the bone shaft needs to be severed, but the integrity of the periosteum must be preserved. When traction is applied to the bone, the periosteum lengthens along with it; the periosteum receives tensile stimulation, the osteoblasts on the periosteum proliferate, and generate new bone.

Clinically, a traction strategy of 1mm/day is generally adopted, which both ensures the periosteum isn't torn by the traction force and avoids premature ossification due to traction being too slow. As the bone is tractioned, the newly formed periosteum grows longer and longer, until traction ends.

The key operation was naturally Yuan Weihong, but Fang Ziye, maneuvering at the edges, clearly already had a level that wasn't low; although it couldn't compare to the attending physicians on that side, it wouldn't be too far off either.

After all, these attending physicians — at the top level, they're just a few years out from a master's graduation.

Fang Ziye was able to pass the test from Zhongnan Hospital's internal master's-benchmarked training room; if he didn't have a certain level of proficiency, then this training room's benchmark standard would be too shoddy — how would it dare be brought out to play with, brought out to motivate people?

Moreover, if Fang Ziye graduated, in a year or two he'd be promoted to attending physician; if he hadn't encountered the add-points panel, it would probably take several years to reach his current level of proficiency.

Therefore, this being the case, from this one surgery, Fang Ziye obtained Knowledge Points as high as 13.1!

This gave Fang Ziye a sudden impulse: why not not read for a doctorate, just drill into a prefecture-level city hospital, do surgeries every day, and harvest skill points every day.

But then, Fang Ziye quickly suppressed that mood.

The treasure vault isn't just the operating room — there's the outpatient clinic, the laboratory, especially the laboratory; if one happens to produce something new, something no one else has ever done — otherwise it couldn't be called a new thing — it could give oneself one or two hundred Knowledge Points.

How nice would that be?

The doctorate still has to be read; can't be impulsive, otherwise Yuan Weihong would be angered by oneself into a crooked nose.

……

Returning to the hospital, Fang Ziye naturally hurried straight to the laboratory again, to observe his cell babies, and at the same time started culturing the cell lines of the overexpression group — because they grow fast, the culturing time needs to be shortened.

After Fang Ziye finished the cell experiments and categorized all the equipment, it was only 4:50 in the afternoon.

When leaving, Luo Tingzhu was just gnawing on bread, walking into the laboratory; passing through the door, she gave Fang Ziye a beaming smile, then hurried to her workstation — probably to start a long session of laboratory experimental operations; otherwise, at this hour, she should be in the training room.

An eight-year program student, extremely gifted, very pretty girl, forced to compete/involute like this — besides medicine, there's really no one else.

To speak of Luo Tingzhu's side — temptations are definitely not few; people who develop intentions upon seeing beauty are definitely not just Fang Ziye alone, and people richer than Fang Ziye — grab any one at random and they probably all are — but Luo Tingzhu didn't choose that way…

It's just that Fang Ziye himself is also hard-pressed to save himself.

Even now with slight achievements, regarding the standard for hospital retention, Fang Ziye hasn't even seen a shadow of it.

When I graduate, I might still have to compete with a competition/involution king like Luo Tingzhu, plus there's another one — a top student from the Peking Union Medical College seven-year program who has basically already been internally designated by Professor Deng Yong.

Still a clay bodhisattva crossing the river — can't save oneself.

Fang Ziye could only go soak in the training room first, but before that, he sent a bottle of drink to the department's chief resident Jin Hongzhou, hoping that in the future, when he's on the surgical team, Jin Hongzhou would call more often, sponge some surgery opportunities, and get some Knowledge Points.

It's Monday again!

Another workday; Fang Ziye dragged his face skin, groggy from sleep, climbed up from bed, stretched a lazy stretch, and walked toward the washbasin.

Looking at the mirror, he felt that if he were a girl, he would definitely marry himself — after being this narcissistic for a bit, seeing that his beard stubble had grown a little bit again, he hurriedly shaved it off.

Then it was brushing teeth, washing up, and at the same time throwing out the pork he brought home yesterday, the materials he secretly practiced with in private.

"Senior Brother Fang." Fang Ziye went out the door; when throwing out the trash, he happened to run into an acquaintance, Shu Lang.

Shu Lang is Professor Deng Yong's master's graduate student, currently in his second year of master's, is Li Yuanpei's direct fellow trainee, and will also soon be Fang Ziye's direct fellow trainee — after all, in the future Fang Ziye will become Professor Deng Yong's doctoral student.

"Shu Lang, what are you doing?" Fang Ziye looked at Shu Lang also carrying a trash bag same as his own, and asked.

"Pork, same stall as you, Senior Brother."

"Right, Senior Brother, I know a place where pork is a bit cheaper, but you have to order a large quantity at once for it to work — a one-time order of ten jin before they'll deliver. You think we can combine an order?" Shu Lang actually replied like this.

Fang Ziye understood — this Shu Lang was learning from him, using pork to start practicing operational techniques.

"For real? Any problem with the pork?"

"Definitely no problem, just not same-day slaughtered pork — it's overnight meat. Senior Brother Fang! Anyway, not for eating, just for practicing operations, it's still fine." Shu Lang spoke like this.

"Then alright, let's order once and see." Shu Lang's words made sense — anyway it's just for practicing hand skills; if it's cheap, not rotten or diseased, then it doesn't matter — anyway, bought back it'll stay a night in the refrigerator anyway.

"Right, Shu Lang, where did Yuanpei go recently, do you know? These past few days I haven't seen him in the department at all." Fang Ziye asked.

"Ah? Didn't Senior Brother Yuanpei go to Shanghai Jiao Tong University to take the Doctoral English Unified Examination? Senior Brother Fang you? Oh." Shu Lang hadn't finished speaking before he understood Fang Ziye had already decided not to run outside, so he stopped paying attention to these things.

Fang Ziye hurriedly shut his mouth, to avoid the suspicion of humblebragging.

I'm stable, but the people who have to take exams are still busy bustling about, probing everywhere, perhaps also hitting walls everywhere — no need to go sneer at them.

"Shu Lang, you guys should be starting thesis proposal defense soon, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Master's graduate students, generally in the master's second year stage, will do thesis proposal defense — it's the graduation thesis proposal, requiring you to demonstrate how you'll ultimately graduate, make a design, let many teachers from the hospital cross-review it, see if you can meet graduation requirements.

This stage, Fang Ziye has also walked through before; naturally, Fang Ziye has now already completed his project.

Generally it's just the second semester of master's second year.

"Soon, already preparing; at that time, could Senior Brother Fang correct and advise a bit?" Shu Lang hurriedly seized the opening.

"Good, learn a bit." Fang Ziye nodded in reply.

(Chapter End)